Oh. I seem to have disappeared. Once again. Well, I'm back. Once again.
It's that time of year. The sky has that 'deep blue fading into a light blue' tone. Not the 'deep blue fading into a pale atmospheric desert white' that you can see on a hot August beach in southern France. No, this is the 'clean air' blue; not a hint of humidity or haze in the air, just this crisp, icy air that's so sharp you could cut it with a knife.
When I walked from school today, I couldn't feel my fingers. But that wasn't a bad feeling. It's the feeling that something is moving along, that we're actually going somewhere. I guess that's the general feeling of life: you can't feel your fingers, but you can feel something completely different passing you by. What would life be without movement, change, flow. What would life be without Winter?
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